Tiny Hands

I just discovered this web show called Tiny Hands from Comedy Central's Motherload. It's about a dude with plastic baby doll hands. I think that should be enough to entice you to watch it.

Epiphany

I've been grappling with depression, rejection, jealousy, anger, and confusion recently over the way my ex-boyfriend treated me at the end. I just realized, regardless of whether karma exists or not, and whether he is ever treated as horribly as he treated me, he will always be a bad person and his cowardly and selfish actions will be a part of him for the rest of his life. That's karma in itself. At least I can live with a clean conscience and know that I am a good person. Shizam!

I don't have to wait for karma to take care of it for me. It already has.

Genesis

I'm listening to "Invisible Touch" by Genesis and it reminds me of the summer I went to a day sports camp. I believe it was the summer after my 5th grade year, so I would have been about 10. We played tether ball a lot during down time - I wasn't half bad. Once after a swimming lesson, I couldn't find my underwear in the locker room so I had to go commando. I ended up playing a rousing game of tether ball and was paranoid people could tell I was sans undies. It's weird the random memories that come up just from listening to one song.

Its been a while

I've decided to start blogging again occasionally, I guess because I kind of miss it. And now there is absolutely no pressure because no one will even know. I was reading through some of my older posts and they crack me up, if I do say so myself.

Happy Valentine's Day! I am recently single after close to 4 years. It's been a little rocky for me, especially given that my ex-boyfriend officially ended the relationship through an email. Yes, it's true. I'm still reeling from that sting - don't know if it will ever go away. Everyone says, "time heals all wounds." I suppose that's true, but I would rather it go away immediately. I wish I could just snap my fingers and erase the hurt and pain residing in every cell of my body. Maybe if I follow the rules of "The Secret" or whatever and just ask the universe to make my pain go away it will happen.

Life is hard.

2 months of silence

I apologize to my hundreds of readers out there. I know you've been salivating for my return to the blogosphere. Life is not worth living without my witty prose, I know. Alas, I have returned. I have missed my little obscure blog.

At this very moment my stomach is eating itself, the acid gurgling in my empty belly. It wants something to digest and share with my bloodstream. I wonder how long it takes to starve to death? I assume many months. After awhile the hunger pains would subside. Hunger pains suck. They make you fat.

I discovered Stumble Upon a few days ago. It's an interesting application. I found lots of interesting sites. That internet is something else!

Racialicious

I know all I've been posting are few and far between links to other things out there. It's all I got right now. I found an interesting blog by accident today called Racialicious, which I found when I googled "ethnicity of Fergie". Inquiring minds wanted to know, what is her "racial ethnicity"? Apparently, Mexican and Native American. I thought she was half African-American or something, as her music and lyrics might suggest, if one were to lump all particular styles of music into one big, stereotypical category.

In other news, I can't stop eating Starbursts.

Funny pop culture snark

I love The Tolerability Index on the Onion. It funny. So is The Hater blog.